Fingertips - Lana Del Rey

When I look back, tracing fingertips over plastic bags

Thinking, "I wish I could extrapolate some small intention

Or maybe just get your attention for a minute or two"

Will I die? Or will I get to that ten-year mark?

Where I beat the extinction of telomeres?

And if I do, will you be there with me, Father, Sister, Brother?

Charlie, stop smoking

Caroline, will you be with me?

Will the baby be alright?

Will I have one of mine?

Can I handle it even if I do?

It's said that my mind

Is not fit, or so they said, to carry a child

I guess I'll be fine

It wasn't my idea, the cocktail of things that twists neurons inside

But without them, I'd die

They say there's irony in the music, it's a tragedy, I

See nothing Greek in it

Give me a mausoleum in Rhode Island with Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, and Dave

Who hung himself real high

In the National Park sky, it's a shame and I'm crying right now

To get to you, save you, if I take my life

Find your astral body, put it into my arms

Give you two seconds to cry

Take you home, I, I'll give you a blanket

Your spirit can sit and watch TV by my side

'Cause, baby, I

Ran through a time when I felt you were doing it

I couldn't handle it, I was in Monaco

I couldn't hear what they said on the telephone

I had to sing for the prince in two hours

Sat in the shower

Gave myself two seconds to cry

It's a shame that we die

When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by

Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side

I wanted to go out like you, swim with the fishes

That he caught on Rhode Island beaches

But, sometimes, it's just not your time

Caroline, what kind of mother was she to say I'd end up in institutions?

All I wanted to do was kiss Aaron Greene and sit by

The lake, twisting lime into the drinks that they made

Have a babe at sixteen in the town I was born in, and die

Aaron ended up dead and not me

What the fuck's wrong in your head to send me away, never to come back?

Exotic places and people don't take the place of being your child

I give myself two seconds to cry

Let it crash over me

Like the waves in the sea

Call me Aphrodite, as they bow down to me

Sunbather, moon chaser, queen of empathy

I give myself two seconds to breathe

And go back to being a serene queen

I just needed two seconds to be me